Huzzah!

So...
Today I sulked.
I talked to Mrs. Edwards about my EPIC FAIL- Chris laughed at me- LOL-
and then I reaffirmed my love of My Chem (Oh, I decided that I'm going to do whatever it takes to get to a concert when they go on tour, I'm going to a concert and will, at the very least touch Way, I'll become a hired assassin to get money for concert tickets, I DON'T CARE!)because I listened to them ALL DAY! From bullets to desolation Row, I listened to it on repeat.
So I took the bus to Barnes and Noble in my emo mode, listening to Way, thinking only of the mantra Epic fail, epic ail, epic fail and sighing heavily when the occasion called for it.
When I arrived at the bookstore, I decided to treat impending depression with David Sedaris and Hot Chai tea... Which made me feel much better.
And then after dinner, I came home to find...

I"VE BEEN ACCEPTED!!! [to the summer program at Yale!]

So I was pretty excited... Only, I have to get the scholarship with it, otherwise I won't be able to get in... But still, I'm fairly happy- a class on Civil Rights and New York AND Three and a half weeks in Connecticut...
LoL

And Mrs. Edwards liked my sentence.... Here, I'll show you guys my mad skills as well....

"I held the long chain of the necklace and squeezed tight.
Light burst under my eyelids as her past exploded beneath my fingertips, the locket burned hot as a stove top in my hand."

LoL, second one, of course.... LoL
she also huzzahed me...
So I suppose I'm not an EPIC FAILURE... not at all of life... just in Edward's class
LoL
love,
-Bee!

More Sadness

The more I blog, the more emo I sound, which is really sad, seeing how peppy i usually am.
But, see, folks, there's this English teacher; Mrs. Edwards... whose opinion is like... second to God's (but much lower than God's, of course, as God is, after all, God)...
Anyways. We have this thing called writing workshop where we write and she grades it, and she NEVER gives E's (like, A's to other school's because our school is odd...) and I've gone on this quest to get an E... and I was so excited....
And I got an AE- (A-)
WHICH IS LIKE FAILING LIFE!!!!!!
*sob sob sob*
If I'm not at school tomorrow, it's because I ran away to Mexico to hide my shame...

Okay... I'll have run away to Italy... not even in shame would I run away to Mexico...

Love,
-Bee...

PS. WHHHHHHY GRAMMAR WHY?!?!!?!?
*sniffle sniffle sob sob SOB!*

Nightmares and Repression

I realized as I was writing the title of this brand new blog, that I'm going to sound like an emo kid who hates the world and wants to die... good thing I don't really care :)
Anywho, I decided to finally cave and write a blog here, on Blogspot, because I have this new, unexplained hatred for myspace, and a super duper love of blogging... If only i had endless fans to read them... *sigh*
Bee Barker is the new black!
LoL JK!!!

So back to the title; it has true meaning.
So last night I had this horrid nightmare, as partially insane people quite often have, where.... well, it was... private.
But fear not curiouser and curiouser non-fans, for I have written it all down in a simple, silly, quite stupid, comprehensible short story that lacks detail and a filter. I sort of hate/love it.
It's about this FBI agent, who takes a case... and it turns out, that something happened to her in childhood, that she repressed all this time!
*Yay! My title is now relevant!*
SO I went to this party. And met this GREASY politician. I made a brave new world reference. Christina, my best mate, LoL, I'm so not British, laughed hysterically. My mom rolled her eyes. and the greasy went
"Ha-ha" BUT HE DIDN"T GET IT!!!
SO then, since it was a mustapha mond reference, I was like
"Well, if you ever need a propagandist, just give me a call" because he was trying to get me to do volunteer work and, because of my mom, somehow imagined that I was eager to be a people caller when everyone who's anyone know I dislike large groups of people and/or phones.
And he went: "Yeah, definitely."
And that, boys and girls, is why we don't vote. Because certain politicians dont' know what PROPAGANDA is!!! That is so sad....
So I've go this plan that if I ever plan to vote, I'll personally meet each and every candidate and make a series of references associated with literature, dropping hints such as "Mustapha Mond," "Alex DeLarge" (which is, technically, a movie reference, as well), "Killgore Trout" and "Aberforth Dumbledore." Should one of these politicians understand and acknowledge each and EVERY reference, I will reward them with my vote.
So, basically, I've lost all faith in politics (EXCEPT YOU< class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">MUAH MUAH MUAH!) and will never vote, (UNLESS ITS FOR OBAMA"S SECOND TERM!!! MUAH MUAH!).
Very sad, people.
Anywhoooo....
I sort of never... (OMG THESE BLOGS SAVE THEMSELVES!!! I AM NE'ER GOING ON MYSPACE EVER AGAIN!!!) ... put detail into it... and I sort fo skipped chapters... it's only thirteen pages, but I spent all day writing it... okay, half my day, I jsut woke up and then started to write, write, write... is it scary that I skipped parts so I could get to my protag's abuse??? I'll ask Mrs. Edwards (for future reference, my faithful and devoted non-fans, Mrs. Edwards is the end all English teacher)... She'll understand.. or think I'm insane... haha.
Anywho, mama says we're going out, and u know how I hate the house... so...

Love,
-Bee!